Working with the ex you secretly love to save the souls of the innocent
is almost as bad as working with a mighty battle unicorn who would be thrilled
to watch you plummet to your death.

Scout is used to
pain. Her body has been broken, her heart has been broken, and the only thing
keeping her together is her relationship with her younger sister. Lil Bit
believes in unicorns and terrifying monsters she calls soul stealers. But
unicorns and monsters aren’t real…are they?

When Lil Bit falls
prey to the mysterious disease sweeping the country, Scout has two options –
believe the doctors who say it’s a pandemic or believe Lil Bit, who says it’s
the soul stealers. She chooses her sister and goes looking for the unicorns who
are supposed to save them. What she finds aren’t the cute pastel mythical
creatures she expects. Battle unicorns are big and tough and full of attitude.
Who knew?

Unicorns are real
and so are the monsters. Soul stealers are reaping the souls of the innocent,
and the unicorns are fighting to stop them. But to save the world, they need
the help of humans – the enemy they’re dying to protect. And first to sign up
for the fight is the ex-boyfriend Scout’s heart won’t stop loving, no matter
how determined she is to hate him.

TOP TEN QUOTES

*They’d broken up over a year ago.
She didn’t care. She wasn’t still in love with him. She wasn’t still devastated
over his complete and absolute crushing of her heart.

Not at
all.

*She still used the same lotion — lilac scented. If he lived forever, that smell
would still remind him of her.

*He watched her, watched those lips, fighting memories again. She’d been his first
kiss. And nothing since had ever felt as good.

*Trey loved it when she forgot she hated him.

*“I want someone to make me forget Scout ever existed.”

*Trey had never been tempted to kiss his brother before, but he was pretty tempted
now.

*She’d had only a brief glimpse, but it was seared into her brain: a gigantic black
horse with a burning horn in the center of its head.

*Scout nodded, wishing she wasn’t trembling like a small, hairless dog in a hurricane.

*“Wait!” Trey ran in front of them, holding his hands up like he could stop beasts the
size of small elephants. “I’m coming. I want to fight, too.”

*“Forgive me,” she read in a whisper, her finger tracing the hard black letters
tattooed on his arm.

*“I like it better when you call me Princess.” Scout smiled. “Things are a little
too real when you start calling me Scout.”

*My heart belongs wherever you are. Even if where you are—” he paused and looked
around them, swallowing hard, “—is here.”

About the Author

Wendy Knight was born and raised in Utah by a wonderful family who spoiled her rotten because she was the baby. Now she spends her time driving her husband crazy with her many eccentricities (no water after five, terror when faced with a live phone call, etcetera, etcetera). She also enjoys chasing her three adorable kids, playing tennis, watching football, reading, and hiking. Camping is also big: her family is slowly working toward a goal of seeing all the National Parks in the U.S.You can usually find her with at least one Pepsi nearby, wearing ridiculously high heel for whatever the occasion may be. And if everything works out just right, she will also be writing.